On Saturday night I had a terrifying dream my father had a wound which ran down his entire shin and culminated in a huge abcess above his left knee. It was deep and red and he hadn't done anything about it and I was horrified. He happened to ring that morning and was delighted that I had been worrying about him.
I then spoke to my mother, who lives in a different country to him. I related my dream. She told me that he did have a (small) abcess on his leg which he hadn't sorted out. I am very freaked out. Why can't I have dreams that tell me useful stuff, like which promoters are likely to bother reading my emails, which venues are worth playing and how to get an agent? Not stuff about the potentially failing health of my father who lives in a different country, and who like most of us has stuff he hasn't and maybe will never sort out.
Last night, however, I had a dream that I owned a rather racy big quad bike, which turned into a small motor boat when you turned it upside down.
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